she’s grateful this encounter hadn’t progressed in the same manner as her altercation with the young fjord had only some time earlier. where nattergal had been too upset to speak with her and proceed in a manner that might benefit them both, it seemed this bachelor was willing to come to the table. Božena already had to give him credit for that.

the massive inky black mare hears the call of the painted stud and lumbers steadily toward him, her large convex head bobbing as she walks. her velvet dark hide bears many marks of battle… her heart bears one of the largest marks of all and she feels both grief and appreciation for being able to hide it.

a polite nicker leaves her lips, amiable despite the circumstances of their meeting. it had been her goal, at the start of all of this chaos, to befriend as many as the brothers as she could…. it was late, but it would be a start at least, if they could both walk away from this encounter with feelings of tenuous friendship.

Božena stops several feet away, relaxing her seventeen and a half hand frame to appear less imposing. though she is not technically a heavy breed, the mare has a solid frame, not wispy and light. despite her casual posture, a hind leg cocked to rest, her head is still held proudly high. she had earned a new rank in the peak, and would wear the title with the honor it deserved. the mare’s voice is surprisingly gentle as she speaks.

”i’m sorry, bratr, that we have not yet had the chance to meet. and i am glad that we can talk now rather than shed blood. tell me please, of the circumstances of your přítel, your friend, and let us see what can be done.”